She's No Angel

What's new pussy cat?

Central London really wasn't my scene... Besides, Ben told me not to spend to much as I still owe him rent for the past two months, but that bastard didn't even pick up my dry cleaning this morning and forgot to feed my dog. How thoughtless, he's meant to help me as my room mate... Never mind my best friend.
I shook my wavy black hair, lifted a cigarette and placed it between my teeth. I was walking down a dark street that seemed somewhat empty and deserted. The quiet felt good for now. No raging drunk provocatively dressed teenagers linking arms with a selfish older man only wanting her for one thing. It's too loud, the blasting dance music and people spilling drinks on you all the time. As I approached about half way down the dark street I came to a secluded club, that didn't seem to be doing very well as a business anymore. There was a very small bouncer stood at the door, he must have been at least 5 foot 6, skinny with a bald head. I could knock his head off with one punch, who are they trying to kid? I shrugged my shoulders and walked towards the entrance.

"ID please mate." The bald dwarf bouncer asked me, trying to put on a scary deep voice.

"You must be joking... Do I look 16 to you? Dude I have a huge beard, I stink off cigarettes and have a snake tattoo scrounge my neck."

"Sorry. ID please." Is he pulling my leg? Who does he think he is?

"Oh piss off" I said, pushing him out of my way and almost knocking his stocky little self to the floor.
I strolled to the bar, it wasn't to far from the front door; which was good for me. I'm a lazy being and needed to chill out. I didn't actually catch the name of the club, but by scanning the room I noticed a lot of fresh young ladies dressed in cute yet sexy animal outfits. I kid you not, there was this one girl, blonde, dressed in a bear costume. Not the kind you see dressed up for kids, though. Thank fuck. She had little fluffy bracelets on each wrist, a very very short fluffy skirt and bra let on and some cute little bear hat, complete with ears. It was by far the weirdest club I've ever been to.

"What can I get you, sir?" The tall and obviously gay bar man asked. He was wearing a tux, waxed blonde hair, guy liner and straight white teeth. Perfect yet so gay. Not to mention his feminine voice.

"I'll have a Jack Daniels please. On the rocks." I turned and leant my back against the bar whilst waiting for my beverage. This club didn't seem to bad, the girls were young but old enough for me, the music wasn't too bouncy or stupidly rapped by an overrated black man. It was close to being just right.

"That's 4 pound 35 please, sir." He smiled, glimmering his teeth. So white it could blind you.

"Ah yeah. There ya go." I said as I pulled out some loose change from my slightly torn pocket.

I sat for what might have been 10 minutes, admiring the atmosphere and of course the stunning ladies waltzing around in kinky outfits until one missus caught my eye. That's saying something. Not once in my life have I ever paid attention to just one woman. I wasn't a one woman man. I couldn't get enough, but this girl, she was something I had never seen before. She was dressed in a cats outfit, typical right? She walked with a slow, sexy pace. One hand rested on her hip, one under the tray. Politely handing drinks to disgusting perverted old men. She had long thick brown hair, with a slight tint of blonde through the ends. Man, she was gorgeous. I approached her, taking a Jäger off her tray.

"What's new pussy cat?" I flirted.

"I'm sorry?" She asked, confused.

"I'm just asking how you are sweet heart... And you are dressed as a cat... I thought it was funny. I guess I'll laugh at my own jokes."

She giggled. "No silly, I get it. Just, you caught me off guard. I was serving another customer."

"Shit. Sorry love. How much do I owe you? You know, for the drink?"

She smiled and looked up. Blue. Her eyes were crystal blue. I had never seen anything so beautiful... I have to speak to her properly.

"3.75 please." I found some more change in my pocket and handed it over to her.

"Miss, I know your busy. But I could perhaps pay you a little extra for a private booth? What'd 'ya say?"

I was rudely interrupted by a huge black man, his head was like an egg. A big, fat, egg. I'm not kidding. "Hey, Lacey. I ain't paying you for talking. Get that sweet ass on the poles and do some dancing for these patient men." He turned and faced me and the rest of the men around me, sat on chairs waiting for a dance. "You. Get lost, your wasting her time. If your not paying for your drink, then piss off? And the rest of you, I'm sorry to bother you, Lacey will be doing the next show."

"Mate, I don't mean to burst your bubble but I just asked your cat woman for a private booth with her. Not just a drink, so don't get fly with me." He huffed, like a cow through his wide nostrils and just walked away. Seriously the rudest service I've ever received.

Lacey placed the tray on the bar and walked over in my direction. She whispered something in my ear.

"Meet me in booth two in 5 minutes. I'll send someone else out for the dance."

I waited in the booth. The black and gold shimmers of tacky sequins all over the curtains and a large glass table in the middle of the room. My vodka rested in a bucket of ice with one glass next to it. I can't believe I paid £60 for this.

Lacey strolled in, pushing the curtains to a close behind her and went to sit on my knee.

"Listen, girl. I'm not here for this. This might seem stupid, but..."

"Wait, what? You don't want a dance? What's wrong with me am I not good enough for you?" She looked at me in insecurity and anger.

"No, let me finish." I said as I pushed her lightly off my knee and stood up in front of her. "You have two options. You stay here with me, in this booth with no pressure to do anything you don't want to do for the rest of the night. Or, you go back out there, lap dancing on wrinkley old men whilst they dribble with sweat over you."

"Erm, the first one... But do I still get paid?!"

"Of course. And I'll give you a little tip just for being in my company. Now, there is one condition... You give me your number."

She smiled and sat back into the cushioned booth. "Your so sweet. I didn't actually catch your name? Of course I'll give you my number. This is the first offer like this I've ever gotten. I'm flattered."

I was pretty pleased with myself. Usually strippers are the slaggy type that want the attention, this girl seemed pretty decent and I wanted to help her get out of this shit job.